fuel

you fill me up when I thought I was empty

Thought the tank was
more or less empty
came in spits and spurts
thought it had
ground to a halt.

but I should have known
you can't resist
pumping your venom
spewing your stench
slathering on your lies;
shaving the bits of me
from the face
of my happiness
without you.

you fuel me,
rev me up
and wind me;
each time you do it
you find me
a little harder
to infiltrate
than the time before.

From now on it's
premium fill only...
can't use me
to dump your load
anymore.

Reviews

[Ana Papaya]

That's a fine bit of counter venom. :)

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. Some of these old pieces went unnoticed, I think I wrote too much back then -- but it was a way to get it out of my system.

[Sami Khalil]

A clever write with great metaphors using the gas station elements. I did not think men has a choice between regular, middle and premium. I do now...Excellent...:)..........

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks as always

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)......................

[Frieda P]

I'm not sure why we ever settle for less than premium?

[Lyn Anderson]

I know why I did. And he lives in 1994 ---

[Frieda P]

Good thing p***y got smarter....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

breaking away from the vice-grip of a past lover, and spinning wheels in a new direction.

petal to the metal.

[Lyn Anderson]

Pedal to the metal indeed. No looking back. Full speed ahead.